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Exotiic Video (MV)




Performed By: Hbk Gary
Language: English
Length: 1:41
Written by: Gary Rogers




Hbk Gary - Exotiic Lyrics
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Hop in the Bentley this shit is a race
Cop me a foreign it's more like a rafe
I'm smokin' exotic don't care about the taste Stay out the club and go hop in the booth
And I wish that was something I was told
Man instead they was callin' my phone
Gary comin yeah you know what we on
If Gary's spinnin' then we not goin' home
Man I'm takin' these shots and I'm gone They like how many shots are you on
Come to the crib just to see how she live Mama so fine I'ma give her a kid
If you don't got a started lets start you a business
Twelve come man ain't no pullin' me over
Don't ask what's the smell cause you know What it is Don't send me no disses you know I'ma spin
Baby Send me them digits I'm right out your Crib She just wanna f*ck that's tough
When it's game time light me a blunt Smoke That boy by a tree and we turn him to runtz
If it's green that don't mean that it's fun I just Wanna f*ck all night like Doja
Put your hand back pussy nigga I don't know ya
Don't be steppin' too close and my niggas gon' blow ya
Put this car out the park and my niggas on go
Hop in the Bentley this shit is a race cop me a foreign it's more like a rafe
And I'm smokin' exotic don't care about the taste Stay out the club and go hop in the booth
And I wish that was something I was told
Man instead they was callin' my phone
Gary comin' yeah you know what we on
And if Gary's spinnin' then we not goin' home
Now I'm takin' these shots and I'm gone
Yeah like how many shots are you on
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Hop in the Bentley this shit is a race
Cop me a foreign it's more like a rafe
I'm smokin' exotic don't care about the taste Stay out the club and go hop in the booth
And I wish that was something I was told
Man instead they was callin' my phone
Gary comin yeah you know what we on
If Gary's spinnin' then we not goin' home
Man I'm takin' these shots and I'm gone They like how many shots are you on
Come to the crib just to see how she live Mama so fine I'ma give her a kid
If you don't got a started lets start you a business
Twelve come man ain't no pullin' me over
Don't ask what's the smell cause you know What it is Don't send me no disses you know I'ma spin
Baby Send me them digits I'm right out your Crib She just wanna f*ck that's tough
When it's game time light me a blunt Smoke That boy by a tree and we turn him to runtz
If it's green that don't mean that it's fun I just Wanna f*ck all night like Doja
Put your hand back pussy nigga I don't know ya
Don't be steppin' too close and my niggas gon' blow ya
Put this car out the park and my niggas on go
Hop in the Bentley this shit is a race cop me a foreign it's more like a rafe
And I'm smokin' exotic don't care about the taste Stay out the club and go hop in the booth
And I wish that was something I was told
Man instead they was callin' my phone
Gary comin' yeah you know what we on
And if Gary's spinnin' then we not goin' home
Now I'm takin' these shots and I'm gone
Yeah like how many shots are you on
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Writer: Gary Rogers
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